Dale shakes his head in frustration and strides purposefully towards the keep. As he gets to the keep, rather than heading inside, he climbs the stairs to the top of the keep.

Once upon the top of the fortress, he heads to a battlement that faces upstream. From there, he kneels beneath the battlement to keep watch for reinforcements of dark cloaks.

As he waits there he reviews the exchange between himself and Jarmok in his mind, over and over again. Feeling badly about offending Maal, Dale begins to think of how to apologize to her, not that it will matter at this point.

While keeping watch on the forest, Dale pulls out Xorn and feeds the toad while petting it. "What would you have done?" Dale looks at the toad forlornly hoping for an answer from his former master.

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Blackspear"My first encounter with a dragon was fortuitous. I lost my mount, had the chain torn from my chest, and was pinned to the ground by a claw that pierced my leg. I would limp for the rest of my life, but I never felt more alive...

The three councilers look at each other nodding their heads in agreement. Svenia hands Rainfire and Avalon two longswords that she aquired while getting herself a dagger. "Sayer, there are plenty of weapons in case you want one." Svenia says.

If Sayer makes eye contact with Maal, he will say this to her, otherwise he will turn away and speak these words over his shoulder as he walks to the exit:[/color] "We will wait in the treeline until the sun is at six hands in height [noonish?]. At that time, the counsellors and I shall make our way to Threshold. That should give us just enough daylight to return to town."

Sayer adds matter-of-factly "if you do not join us by this time, we shall not come back to look for you. Remember my earlier words of counsel. Good luck."

Maal Brengain stands tall and proud, glaring at Dale. She is aware that Jarmok and Kit have entered the keep, but she stands fast in her confrontation with Dale, gauging that she can catch up to them if need be...

Sayer stood by, watching the confrontation. His casting was becoming realized: Rely on your wits/but not on each other. The two weak moon runes within that reading had concerned him, for he knew that social conflict within this group would surface. He was now seeing it happen.

Sayer was more concerned with the two weak earth runes: there would be more conflict, but of a physical nature. Although he was encouraged by two strong sun runes -- a goal achieved -- he was not optimistic that this quest would have the conclusion that the others expected. They would find their priests, but perhaps not in a condition that they had hoped to find them.

He thought about the first casting. Five strong suns. Sayer smiled to himself. This group would achieve its goal...assuming that they could agree on one goal to acheive.

(OOC: hehe, cool post Fraz. And so there is no misunderstanding, I am enjoying Dale's tenacity as well. Please allow Johan to react (post) before we continue on. Unless more can be said within the timeframe of what has occurred already (like in a manner Fraz just did).)